steph-bell
English
Hello there. I hate these things. / I like music, literature, art and cigarettes. / I don't like ignorance, mean people or marmite. / My favourite animals are Giraffes, Cows, Sloths and other lazy herbivores. / My favourite colour is red. / I like my ketchup in a tidy blob on the side of the plate rather than all over the meal.
The world has seldom been as cold as it is now
A Winter so long that I forget how green the trees once were.
I remember once so very long ago when all the world was a symphony
Reduced to this.
A seemingly endless cacophony.
Sometimes a memory, so vivid I can almost taste it
of the warm Summer sun on our faces and smiling with closed eyes.
Smoking cigarettes, talking about music and the vast expanse within our reach.
The stars seemed to whisper my name back then while the air held me in a warm embrace.
Natures daughter.
Part of everything and nothing all at once.
Now it's cold and my breath fogs the hourglass that keeps me.
The sand slipping beneath my feet a second at a time.
I watch the world outside and wonder at my creation,
the glass that holds me in the cold was supposed to protect me.
A place to keep the devils from my door.
How was I to know that I brought the evils and locked them in with me?
Trapped inside my own invention.
Feb 23, 2011
Feb 23, 2011 at 6:46 PM UTC
The world outside my window
made me raise a gentle smile
I often get to thinking
when I'm sat here for a while
of all the people wandering
through life like headless chickens
oblivious to the world outside themselves
and the paths that they are picking
how easy it would be for me to say
that I have chosen best
but frankly I have no idea
I'm clueless like the rest
of people from every walk of life
not knowing where to travel
I like to ponder in the world
and let my life unravel
but I think myself as lucky to see
the world from here like this
if you don't look around and notice things
who knows what you might miss.
Jan 21, 2011
Jan 21, 2011 at 3:44 AM UTC
If there is such a thing as fate
then I think mine is running late
I've been wasting all my days
wandering through a misty haze
waiting for my life to start
instead of being down in heart
about the dead end job I've got
and the things I want but I have not
got money for my hearts desires
or the sparks of excitement to fuel the fires
of dreams that are kept inside my head
fading, wasting, nearly dead
if fate would hurry up you see
I'd have the life that waits for me.
Jan 21, 2011
Jan 21, 2011 at 3:40 AM UTC
In the darkest depths of dream time
The mind does start to play
I can't get any peace while I'm awake
It's better off this way
I'm going for a joyride
On a psychedelic tortoise
Riding barefoot through the air
On a wave of floating fairydust
A mass of smiling faces
Of people as we pass them by
I wave and grin right back at them
And breathe a contented sigh
The sun isn't just red and yellow
It's blue and green and pink
The tortoise glides towards it
We're heading there I think
Fairies sprinkle magic dust
with gold and silver hues
The land of golden memories
Where no-one sings the blues
We drift around from place to place
Past villages and towns
Just floating through the cosmos
Enveloped in sights and sounds
Onward to the morning
My tortoise brings me back to light
to spend my day anticipating
where we shall travel to tonight.
Oct 21, 2010
Oct 21, 2010 at 7:40 AM UTC
There we stood without concern
we let it die and watched it burn
we had no mercy and no remorse
we just let nature take it's course
in the greatest scheme of things
we have no control of the horror it brings
we are ok so we don't care
we understand that life's not fair.
Oct 20, 2010
Oct 20, 2010 at 6:12 AM UTC
If I could go back and change one day
of my past I know just what I'd say
Sure I'd love to travel back
to where my faith in life remained intact
Or maybe I could watch myself
keep changing into someone else
the way I've done for many years
until now when I'm trapped by stupid fears
I'd love to meet myself before I changed
into someone different, someone strange
I'd tell myself not to get so mad
when I wasn't the best and just be glad
that I still had hope to keep me sane
and I should listen to that and not my brain
If I could tell myself one thing I'd scream
Give me back my ******* dreams.
Oct 20, 2010
Oct 20, 2010 at 5:46 AM UTC
We lay there once just you and I
Beneath the vast ocean that is the sky
Pure, untouchable, childhood naivety
There we lay just you and me
Bittersweet emotions talking endlessly through night
Until the daybreak calls first light
Then tragic tales of innocence sold
Young tender hearts turned black and cold
The desperate weeps of parental despair
Weeps all mothers and fathers share
Then full time employment, a family, a car
The father son chats "Stick with this you'll go far"
Closing the doors to a life you had before
A life once lived becomes a chore
Then old age approaches like a brand new day
Loneliness when your friends have passed away
You pray for the time when life expires
When scattered to the breeze your hopes and desires
And there it stands in all it's glory
So what's the moral of this story
A new generation, air breathed by fresh lungs
We should teach the need for staying young.
Oct 17, 2010
Oct 17, 2010 at 7:25 AM UTC
Love isn't all about
sunshine, lollipops and rainbows
it's about hard work and mayhem
and psychological blows
It's about betrayal and jealousy
infidelity and boredom
it's about looking the wrong way
and getting slapped by the doorman
It's about leaving the seat up
and many sleepless nights
it's about slamming the doors and making up
after many countless fights
It's about verbally vomiting sweet nothings
with warm and fuzzy glee
it's about finding pairs of ***** socks
hiding behind the settee
It's about holding hands and snogging
while everybody stares
it's about embarrassing storytelling
and pretending not to care
It's about realising that you need someone
no matter if they cause you bedlam
you just know it's because you love them warts and all
and you just can't live without them.
Oct 17, 2010
Oct 17, 2010 at 7:13 AM UTC